Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 12. ~ "Are You 'MAD' Dhara? " ~

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At Morning

As the clock struck six in the morning, Dhara's eyes fluttered open to the cheerful chirping of birds. Her gaze drifted to the grand Royal Antique clock adorning the wall, and in that moment, she realized she wasn't in her own room. Instead, she found herself in the regal chamber of Maharana Samar Pratap Singh at Rajgardh. She lay on her stomach, as she always did, and turned her head to see Samar beside her, sleeping soundly on his stomach, his face calm and free of any worry.

The sight of him stirred her heart. Memories of the night before danced before her eyes, soft and vivid, bringing a gentle smile to her lips. For the first time in years, she awoke with a lightness she hadn't known-a quiet joy that replaced the usual ache she carried. Normally, her mornings began with a groan, her body heavy with lingering pain, but today was different. She couldn't take her eyes off his peaceful face. In waking hours, Samar was always stern, bound by discipline and a constant edge of anger. But now, in the stillness of dawn, she glimpsed another side of him-tender, unguarded, and serene.

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Dhara's POV:-

"Thank you, Hukum, for saving me. You breathed life into me when I had none left to claim. This life I live now-it's no longer mine; it belongs to you, wholly and completely. I feel so fortunate, so blessed, to offer myself in your service. I often wonder why someone like you, so great and noble, would reach out to touch someone like me-a simple, scarred servant who feels unworthy and small. Yet last night, when your hands found me, I felt no shame, no unease. For the first time, I wasn't just a body marked by wounds. You didn't flinch at my scars or turn away from my brokenness. Instead, you saw me-Dhara-the woman beneath the pain. You understood the hurt I've carried in silence, kissed the wounds I've hidden, and soothed the ache I've never spoken aloud. That means more to me than words can ever express. Thank you, from the depths of my soul, thank you."

POV End.

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Dhara gazed at him with tender affection, a radiant smile blooming on her soft, rosy lips.

"You've touched more than just my skin-you've reached into my soul, cradled my pain in a way no one ever has before. The first time you kissed me, I felt a storm inside-confusion, anger even-wondering why you would do such a thing to someone like me. But yesterday, when your hands found me again, there was no bitterness, no rage. Instead, it felt warm, beautiful, like a gentle light breaking through years of shadows. It was as if, for the first time, someone truly saw me, as if I'd been wandering all my life, aching for a touch that could heal, and in you, I finally found it.

Until now, everyone who looked at me saw only the scars-ugly marks they couldn't bear to face. But you? You saw Dhara, the woman buried beneath the wounds. You didn't turn away, didn't recoil or scold me. Instead, you held my pain like it was precious, soothing it with care, as if applying balm to every unseen hurt. Others admire my outer beauty, but the moment they glimpse these scars, they shrink back in disgust. Not you. You're the first-perhaps the only one-who didn't blame me for them. Your anger wasn't aimed at me, but at those who left me this way. Thank you."

Her voice trembled as she poured out her heart, a single tear slipping down her cheek, glistening like a quiet confession. Without realizing it, she inched closer to him, drawn by an unspoken pull. His warm breath brushed against her face, sending a shiver through her-not of fear, but of the overwhelming closeness they shared.